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right at the start i knew i was in trouble. headed out the y trail and it was not good so i decided to stay on the road so there at least would be even ground...just kept pullin up, walkin a few feet, start again and repeat till 2.5 and i saw a stop sign that needed a good slamming so i did that, stopped and slammed my foot on the ground repeatedly...ripped some lilac leaves of some branch and started walking. *i'm finished...that's it...i'm in this fucking place once again...i may as well hang it up...what else can i do...nothing...even if i make the bike cut off-which is iffy, i won't make the run now...not after a fucking shit ride!* at this time i realize i am swearing out loud and some of the people that are outside doing yard work are watching. *AHHHHHR!* so i head in the direction of the mousam way trails and just keep walkin. i come to the river and find it has quite the current and some bordering trees have been sucked in and are now drowning. *how easy it would be just to slip in this here mud and be swept away...or pulled under and get trapped under all that debris down there.* "good thing your a coward cuch." i say to myself like i'm someone else.
so i turn away and start walking, walking, walking. i figure if i'm gonna walk then i should at least head up to my way and make it interesting or at least a little more challenging and maybe figure something out. guess i figured out a way to trick my brain into thinking it's running...i don't know what i would call this gait, but it feels like how one would move when they cross country ski. yup...i'm back here again.
anyways...that's the whole story.